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You wake to the rhythmic hum of the ship and the heavy dip of the mattress as the Merc Leader claims her place beside you.

Her voice is a low, gravelly vibration in the dark, teasing your sheltered innocence while her heat radiates against your skin. You feel the sharp, electric contrast of her hands against you—not as a captor, but as a possessive force marking you as her personal prize. She is no longer just the woman holding you for ransom; she is your shadow, aching to corrupt that purity of yours with the pleasures of the underworld.

She won't stop until she has pulled you in her orbit, leaving you breathless and desperate for the very darkness you used to fear...~

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